Although the hotel in Wuzhong is not the best, it is not bad.

The ID card used to open the room was Zhou Chen's, and only he brought his ID card.

A room was opened.

Shen Weld Xiao was driven away by Zhou Chen, he stayed, saw her enter the room, and stood at the door of the room to smoke.

Jiang sometimes twisted for a long time, took off his coat and threw it in the trash can, ran to the bathroom to untie his shirt and took a look at the injuries on his body, and sighed very heavily, she could apply medicine to the bruises in front of her, but she couldn't reach or see the back of her back.

When he walked out of the room, he thought Zhou Chen was gone, but he didn't expect to open the door and see that he was leaning against the wall at the door and smoking.

Zhou Chen smoked, looked at her with a cigarette in his thin lips, the milky white mist rose, the smoke blocked part of his facial features, and his body was full of the smell of a mature man that made her obsessed, and the hormones were exploding.

The hallway was dimly lit, adding an inexplicable atmosphere to the silent staring of the two people.

The cigarette shone was extinguished, and it soon burned to the end, Zhou Chen pinched it with two fingers and took a hard puff, "Don't mind if I go in and throw a cigarette butt?" ”

Jiang sometimes came back to his senses, nodded like pounding garlic, and turned sideways to let him into the room.

Sure enough, it's a teacher, and the cigarette butts are not littered.

She closed the door and unlocked it.

Zhou Chen found the ashtray on the bedside table, lost the cigarette butt, and caught a glimpse of the bag of medicine that Jiang sometimes threw on the bed, and the large and small boxes were all smeared.

The case was lost by her.

He didn't see it.

Zhou Chen, a man who is moody and invisible, is especially good at expressionlessness, and his eyes are as deep as ink, and it is difficult to see his thoughts.

Even Jiang sometimes teased him for so long, she couldn't figure it out, especially now that she had done something wrong, she was very weak and didn't dare to look directly into the man's eyes.

Does he like himself or not?

"You're not going to class this afternoon?" She mustered up the courage to be the first to break the silence.

Zhou Chen: "I got off work at half past five." ”

"Don't you work overtime?"

"No."

"Oh." After a pause, she asked, "Didn't you work overtime that night?" ”

"No."

The tone was cold, and the eyes in her eyes were extremely cold.

She sniffed: "Zhou Chen, don't ...... like this"

After being silent for a long time, Zhou Chen exhaled heavily and asked her, "What do you think of me?" ”

The tone is unpredictable.

She was more silent than before, and today she spoke a lot less, and her tongue was knotted as if she couldn't say anything.

"Sometimes, there is only one life for a person, if you have to practice yourself, don't let me see it."

Understatement is so heavy to say.

This is the first time that Zhou Chen is so angry.

He saw it, and he couldn't ignore it, not out of the former teacher-student relationship, but because of the man's feelings for women. Although extremely reluctant to admit it.

Jiang sometimes panicked, moved the wound that pulled his arm, and argued weakly: "I'm not." ”

It's hard to speak, how can she explain it clearly.

She was afraid of pain, and even more afraid of death.

Zhou Chen stared at the panic that flashed on the little girl's face, she opened her mouth to explain, and finally sighed and stopped talking.

Knowing that there was a cliff in front of him, and that if he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss, but he was still attracted to the edge of the cliff, crumbling, and if he took a single step, he would be crushed.

Jiang was sometimes stared at hairy and hurried over to please him: "I promise no next time." ”

"How can I get it?"

"What then, I swear?"

"Sometimes, Jiang sometimes, I'm not here to see your hippie smiling face and not be serious."

The man was really angry.

She is very weak-hearted, empty to the bone. But when she met him at this time, she was about to cry, so she cried so much that the sky fell apart, all her grievances were vented, and she was unscrupulous in front of him and no longer pretended.

"......" Zhou Chen's breath intensified, ignoring her tears, sighed and asked her, "What's the matter with the injuries on your body?" ”

She sobbed: "I like you Zhou Chen, don't kill me." ”

Don't face up to the problem.

Here comes again.

He looked condescendingly at her with tears in her eyes, her eyes were misty, "Do you know what adult love is?" ”

Jiang sometimes sobbed softly, tightened the shirt on his body, and suddenly felt as thin as a cicada's wings, as if he couldn't stop the wounds on his body.

He approached and grabbed her wrist.

The shirt was fine, but the color against the skin was dark and shallow, the deep was the dried blood, and the light was the original color of the shirt.

The man's slender knuckle hand slowly moved and untied one by one, she didn't dare to move, only dared to stare at the man's Adam's apple, the protruding Adam's apple fell a small shadow, and the breathing of the two people seemed to be staggered and compatible.

After unraveling, the injuries are revealed.